sTRip CluB CUisiNE ft. codename blanco Lyrics

Yeah, tryna figure out this scam

To get my money off this card and get my pockets out this jam

My last three bows was intercepted, didn't land, and I'm like, damn

And now I'm in the club, tryna come up with a plan

I know I probably shouldn't, but I'm still gon' blow a band

Strippers be concerned about me, act like they my friends

But I know they just want they cut from me like Uncle Sam

I came in for some peace, mac and cheese and a lamb

Let's go

A booth facing in the door, I pay extra for her privacy

20s for a dance, but I pay extra for her honesty

I buckle my pants, cause she don't care about they policy

She know that I'm gon' be somebody, seen it like a prophecy

Headphones in the VIP, I told her just to vibe with me

Listen to this track, tell me what you think

Tell me if it slaps, tell me if it stink

Do I have some ways to go or am I on the brink

Do you think that you can dance to this like Mercedes at the pink

Do you think hustlers gon' jam to this and hoes gon' wanna link

As I play her one more song and then I order two more drinks

Feel like I'm living in a dream

For the last two weeks, I've been on Strip Club Cuisine

I did fraud, ain't serve no fiends

But I keep talking bout a brick, they tryna find out what it mean

I think I'm too good at this, might make it out the hood

With this dog, I'd die if I could for this

Bae, I know you don't ever go both ways

But bae you should for this, it's plenty women who would for this